If I Could I Would [boyxboy]

Chapter Nine

This is bad, but by the time I can take my words back Vienna comes in.

"Yeah we should hang out. We know nothing about you except your new and live near Bryce" Vienna states.

"Yeah man, bring us to your leaders." Matt jokes making alien hand gestures.

I can see Austin’s face and I think he was thinking the same thing I was thinking.

"Uh… Sure!" He says trying to sound happier than he actually was.

I think he wanted some alone time to talk about what happened, but that is so not going to happen with them there.

Lunch is over and we walk to English together. Now I’m not going to be one of those psycho who thinks they’re in a relationship after one date, but we have never walked to class together ever.

It was nice.

We sit next to each other but before we could talk Mrs. G came in.

She lectures the whole class so we don’t get to talk. He would look at me and make a funny face once or twice but no talking.

At the bell we walked out but of course Vienna was already waiting for us.

No talking there.

We walked all the way to the bus picking Matt up on the way. I was ready to say bye and finally be alone with him. We could finally talk about yesterday.

But before I could finish my thought I’m interrupted by a tug from Austin urging me to get on the bus. Vienna and Matt have decided that it would be a good idea to just take the bus with us, so we could hang out longer.

Of course. And once again I do not get to talk to him.

The bus ride was treacherous. Matt spent the whole time talking to Austin and I just talked with Vienna, but all I needed was a minute with him. I played along with all this and actually talked to Vienna.

I could see him take glances at me and I did the same.

We finally reach his house and it is nothing I expected. He seems like a really down to earth guy, so I thought his house would have more of a relaxed tone to it. But it didn’t. I was cold and perfect, everything was in place. No messy coat rack, no warm colors just black white and tiny touches of red. It felt like I was walking into a showing room not a house.

"I know it’s big, I know it’s flashy, and I know it look like a setup from IKEA." He says this like he was ordering the same meal for the fifth time.

"F*ck yeah," Matt says.

"If you are one of those people who uses that type of vulgar language, you are not welcome in my home." This sentence of precise cold dialogue comes from who I think is Austin’s Mom.